Disciple Ceremony

In the center of the Sacred Land, the three main Spiritual Peaks seemed to connect to the heavens.

The centermost one that was in ruins was the Ten Thousand Ancient Sacred Peak.

The left and right main Spiritual Peaks were held by the two three-star forces.

The left main Spiritual Peak was the Mystic True Sacred Clan’s territory.

On top of the Mystic True Sacred Clan’s main Spiritual Peak, within a pure, clean, and elegant room, Zhao Feng’s heart jumped up and down as he looked at the white-haired man in front of him with respect.

This was Duanmu Qing.

Duanmu Qing’s hair was pure white, and his eyes lit up like stars. His appearance could be said to be perfect. His skin was white and as smooth as marble.

Furthermore, this Emperor had a warm and calm aura. His every movement and action seemed to be a gentle spring breeze.

All in all, this person seemed to be perfection, yet extremely close and warm to others.